The garden is quite large, and there are still some houses that haven’t been demolished, reserved for resting and dining.
Ye Muyu also has a separate room here.
Liuye quickly led Ye Muyu into the room and went to fetch clean water.
Ye Muyu carried the basin behind the screen, tidied herself up simply, and came out, letting Liuye help apply ointment on her neck.
"Madam, your skin is a bit red and swollen, and there are a few places where the skin is broken. You shouldn’t work under the scorching sun later," Liuye advised.
Liuye thought that if the master knew that the lady was working so hard and even got injured, he would surely feel distressed. As the close maidservant, she would also be deemed negligent for not persuading her.
Of course, she was also a bit distressed for Ye Muyu, feeling that it was quite a waste for someone of her esteemed status to be doing such heavy work.
"Hmm, I won’t do it later," Ye Muyu thought for a moment and didn’t insist further.
Exercise wasn’t meant to harm the body, and it was best for her to do it within her limits every day.
And she thought, it’s already been over an hour, and Lu Chuan should soon be able to find the craftsman who can fire the kiln. She might as well conserve her energy and wait to do other tasks.
Naturally, Liuye was overjoyed.
Ye Muyu stayed in the room and didn’t go out, waiting for Lu Chuan to return before she went.
Liuye went to buy some tea and pastries to bring in, then went out to supervise the kiln repair.
Ye Muyu drank some tea, rubbed her sore arms, and yawned.
She wasn’t used to doing such heavy work normally, and the sudden exertion made her body feel fatigued.
It was simply the exhaustion that made her want to sleep, with her arms achingly sore. She reckoned she’d have a lot of adjusting to do in the ing days.
Ye Muyu lay down on the lounge chair, closed her eyes, and prepared to rest for a while.
Lu Chuan returned around before noon.
Behind him was a father and son duo.
The elder had a limp and patched clothes, while the younger one, though wearing plete clothing, looked washed out. His pant legs were a bit short, revealing his ankles.
The father and son looked somewhat rustic and a bit uneasy.
Lu Chuan walked up to Liuye, glanced around, and asked, "Where is Madam?"
"Madam worked for an hour before, and her skin got sunburned. I managed to persuade her to rest. You must be more careful next time," Liuye said with concern.
"Did you bring someone back? How e it’s a father and son? Can the young one fire a kiln?" Liuye noticed the two following him and asked directly.
The younger one, named Li Shuang, flushed at this question but didn’t have the confidence to say he could fire a kiln.
The elder, Li Mingde, rubbed his hands, looking somewhat apprehensive.
Lu Chuan explained their background, "They are from the Li Family Village, thirty miles away. They used to work in a renowned private kiln. Uncle Li worked there for over ten years and is experienced, but due to an accident, he injured his leg and was dismissed. His son, Li Shuang, has been learning to fire kilns for two or three years now. Although he can’t yet bee a kiln master, he also has considerable experience."
"Nowadays, craftsmen who can fire kilns usually have contracts with their sponsors, making them hard to borrow," which was why Lu Chuan sought out this father and son.
Indeed, firing a kiln is a meticulous craft, not something an ordinary person can learn.
The main reason was that the technology was not shared outside, largely due to the influence of ancient practices, as most skills were monopolized by noble families.
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